This deckchair collapsed
This maybe or perhaps
The route that sadness maps
Through those long and awkward gaps
Those broken fairy wings
Those tangled puppet strings
Those roundabouts or swings
The heartache indecision brings
Life - my girl will take away
That optimistic skip
Stick its big foot out and try
Deliberately to trip
Substitute young hope
With arthritic hip
Take your salad days
And attach them to a drip
That bannister we slide
The wild horse we ride
That throws from side to side
The rough, the smooth, yet to decide
The cowardly, the bold
The fireworks they hold
The overkill, the undersold
Already told, yet to unfold
That fluent Double Dutch
That feeling out of touch
That non-sense or non such
Not quite enough or just too much
This maybe or perhaps
The route that sadness maps
Through those long and awkward gaps
Those broken fairy wings
Those tangled puppet strings
Those roundabouts or swings
The heartache indecision brings
Life - my girl will take away
That optimistic skip
Stick its big foot out and try
Deliberately to trip
Substitute young hope
With arthritic hip
Take your salad days
And attach them to a drip
That bannister we slide
The wild horse we ride
That throws from side to side
The rough, the smooth, yet to decide
The cowardly, the bold
The fireworks they hold
The overkill, the undersold
Already told, yet to unfold
That fluent Double Dutch
That feeling out of touch
That non-sense or non such
Not quite enough or just too much